Bad Kids Go to Hell Page #6

Which means no escape

from her and her

Draconian parenting, right?

That's it. Easy, Tricia.

You just won Apache Princess.

One final "F*** you!"

from Craig to Tricia.

Looks like visiting hours

are over.

For an Indian, he didn't put up

much of a fight.

Owww! God-dammit!

Careful, we don't want to leave

behind any physical evidence.

God! Get that camera off of me!

Craig, if that video ends up

on the Internet,

my mother's going to

be more than disappointed.

Tricia! That scarf is cashmere!

Guys. Guys. We've got to get

out of here right now.

Okay? The cops will be

here any minute!

We're screwed!

C.C. Signing off from the

14th floor!

Wow. And I thought

Go ahead and do it. My mother's

going to cut your heart out.

Considering this could sink her

whole battleship

she might even put me on

the payroll!

You know what?

I should put one through that

tiny little heart of yours.

Yes! Yes, you should.

But she's not worth it.

Your leadership mantras

really suck!

Look. I think I know

how to get rid of this

Native American wraith.

Veronica. There are no ghosts.

No. He's real. He didn't care

about the money.

He just wouldn't sell.

Look. I never held a

seance before.

I mean not one that actually

worked.

Okay, please. I know you think

this is all crap.

But if this helps her from

freaking out, or acting like

oh God, like I give a sh*t. But

I think this will help me.

What do you say?

This isn't going to work with

three people.

It, uh should. I usually contact

my parents alone.

Somebody else has to be the

medium this time.

You brought the spirit in. You're

the one who must escort it out.

I can't.

I'm the one who

Tricia.

You have to do this.

Fine.

Join hands.

And remember

Don't break the f***ing circle.

I got it!

Jacob Rainwater,

are you here with us?

Jacob.

Please forgive me. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Jacob? It's time for you

to leave.

Veronica?!

Veronica?

If you make it out of here alive

tell Tricia to go f*** herself.

We need to get out of here.

Tell me it's you. There is no

ghost. It's just you.

Tricia. I didn't kill anybody.

I don't want to hurt you.

I just want to get out of here.

Tricia.

Tricia! hahahaha.

Tricia.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Come on! It's f***ing

cold in here!

Ugghhh. Gross!

Hello, Mr. Clark.

Hmm. Wasn't he a Muslim?

Well, Tarek may not have had

his father's drive to succeed,

but he sure had his spunk.

I wasn't expecting to see him

pop out of that vent.

Last night Max almost found the

ghost setting up in here.

Pshh, like I'm nervous the

'tard might catch me.

Go make sure the 'tard isn't

lurking about,

ready to come lumbering in.

Ugghhh.

Hey, she's into older men.

Man she really bought all these

ghosts and demons sh*t, huh?

All Clear!

May I have Craig's gun back?

No.

Giving students behavior and

personality tests, finding out

what they will and won't respond

to is part of my job.

Learning how to trigger

emotional outbursts is the perk.

You, Mr. Clark, were of course,

a complete disappointment.

Ah ah ah ah ah.

B*obs? Judas Priest?

Although, I'm not sure Craig's

actually worked.

I think he really hated

Tricia. Or loved her.

There were supposed to be

five! I believe the

office sent your uncle a letter,

Mr. Clark. School policy.

I thought if Tricia saw this,

she'd finish you off.

But she kind of choked.

So I had to get creative.

But, why?

Synopsis:
A group of seemingly

normal, well adjusted,

well-to-do teenagers are killed

inside a cursed library

built on land that,

coincidently, all their parents

have insidious vocational ties

to.

Instant best seller. I mean,

the book, the movie,

the TV series... we'll make a

mint! I know.

The irony is crazy huge, right?

I mean, c'mon.

Are you really bummed that

they're all dead? Really?

Really?!?!?

This school, sucks.

I'm sorry Matt. But it just

makes sense. Somebody has

to be the psycho. And it's

perfect. You're new.

You're a felon. And

you know you're poor.

So, it's an easy sell.

I mean c'mon. You beat up

retarded kids.

He's not

Wait wait wait what did you do

to get thrown into Ju-Vee?

Go f*** yourself!

You're sexy. But money and fame

are a little sexier.

You think Paris or Lindsay

ever served detention?

What a b*tch! She was supposed

to pretend to poison me.

I'm running around vomiting all

over the sidewalk,

switching lights and carnival sounds

off and on like a circus chimp.

Hiding from Max.

Chasing Tarek about.

It's really cold out there!

Some insurance against

spiteful parents who may not

approve of my new book.

Ahhh... There. Now we're good.

Oh, nice work, Max.

I guess the 'tard can do

something right.

Oh! I almost forgot!

This is the Police department.

There! Now we're good.

Craig's gun still has one more

bullet left in it. Coincidence?

Or supernatural? You decide.

Please don't think ill of me.

I know the money, the fame,

will never cover the damage

these kids have done to others.

You see, I believe that a

certain amount of reparations

are overdue.

Long overdue.

These kids had to pay back what

they've been taking all these years!

I expelled that miscreant days

ago. Why was he still here?

That's some bad kid.

In all my time as a teacher,

never have I seen a greater

blight on organized education

than Mr. Clark.

Like a massive gravity

sinkhole,

he deforms every positive

thought he encounters.

before sucking it into a

vortex from hell.

Well. Don't blame yourself,

Mister Nash.

Why would I?!?!?

Excuse me sir. I need you to

step away from the evidence.

Sorry, Officer.

What do yo got there?

What does that say?

Does that say Remington?

Uhhh, Rainwater.

Jacob Rainwater. He was an

artist. A sculptor.

Before this library was built,

this land was his home.

Until a man with an army

came and took it all away!

Mr. Rainwater, we're going to

need you to stay here

for a while right here. We're

probably going

to have some more

questions for you.

Yes, sir.

No! No!

And so there's nothing

more to discuss.

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